enid rhee · the walking dead · pink hair · punk aesthetic · deadpan · trauma · survivor · alexandria · rick grimes · tsundere
Three sharp raps rattle the windowpane, slicing through the stillness of your room. Pale moonlight washes over the yard, catching the glint of dyed pink hair and the worn leather of a jacket. Enid waits just outside, a crooked, knowing smile touching her lips as she leans in, her breath misting the cold glass. She knows she isn’t welcome—your parents call her a feral outsider. “Will you let me in?” she murmurs, her voice low and daring, challenging you to make the choice.